Chapter 4 Birthday lockdown

❣️ MITCHELL'S POV ❣️

I love being in control of everything, yep! That's also a part of me that I love and that's why I haven't been in any serious relationship or one that lasted a year at the least.

I know people must be wondering what Terry did to me. I am so fond of him so much that our relationship has lasted a year and still counting. I am wondering about that because I don't know myself anymore.

I sneaked into my bedroom, undressed quietly and tiptoed into my bathroom. I locked the door firmly and switched the bathroom light on so I can see through while showering.

"Babe? I know you are here... What? You are in the bathroom? Come on, let me join you, please?" I heard Terry saying.

A laughter erupted from me as I danced around the bathroom. I have totally forgotten about what happened earlier because I know it's no big deal.

Sex on my mind, dripping wet and wild, I opened the door and dragged him in, careful not to slip on the wet tiles.

"My clothes!" He beamed trying to avoid getting his clothes wet, but it's already too late.

"Shut up, you are under a punishment" I winked at him.

"Yes, ma'am" he chuckled.

"I want you to bathe me," I said.

"Alright!" He grinned and took my shower gel and sponge to scrub my skin.

I closed my eyes when he gently rubbed the soap all over me, he started from my neck and I felt his heated gaze on my face as his hand got in-between my breasts.

He pinched my nipples one after the other before using the soap to massage it in the gentlest way.

When he closes his palm over my breasts, it slides away and I notice him smiling mischievously.

"Just as I expected" I whispered softly and opened my eyes to look straight into his eyes.

He continued what he was doing, when he tore his eyes away from mine, he squatted and rubbed the soap downwards till his hand moved to my vagina, there was a pause there.

"Terry..." I moaned, swallowing impatiently waiting for him to continue.

He jabbed two of his fingers into my pussy to my surprise making me budge and my hands held onto his shoulders to steady myself.

He fingered me for six seconds... I had the balls to count... he brought his fingers out and licked it.

"Unfair" I breathed, licking my lips.

He dropped kisses on my thighs before he finally got serious about scrubbing me with the sponge. I circled my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest when he turned the shower on.

Two minutes later, I pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him and began to tie his hands up.

"You are serious about this? Gosh, you are about to suffer me greatly, and you know that" Terry grumbled.

"It's your punishment," I said.

What I want tonight is to pleasure him in a different way and be in charge. He's under my control. I just said it's a punishment, but to me, it's a birthday gift.

"On my birthday night, huh? Fine!" He accepted and kept his hands still over his head.

I trailed kisses all over his stomach slowly down to his penis, I licked and sucked his dick until he screamed my name.

I caressed it for a while before setting it to work between my breasts.

"Oh, shit! Have you been watching porn? Where did you learn such practice!!" He grasped, gritting his teeth.

"Breast fucking? You should know I have a very dirty mind, I don't need to watch any pornographic movie to think nastily" I said and stuck my tongue out to lick his cum.

I sat on him and used my hands to lead him into me, I smiled down at him as I moved rhythmically to the god-damned naughty song playing in my head.

When I increased the pace of my movement, he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth so strongly that I heard the sound and I feared it's going to break.

He hit the headboard with the tied hands as his muscles flexed.

"We ride!" I mocked. I went mad at once and forgot myself as I drove and rode him like a car without a faulty accelerator.

I brought my hands down to each side of him and plopped up my buttocks as I pushed myself up and down his body.

"Mitch! Please!! I'm coming!!!" He screamed.

"Come on, baby... I got you!" My hands flew to my head and dug into my hair.

The orgasm was freaking great! My teeth dug into my flesh and I tasted blood.

I fell limbless on his body and cried out his name.

I bubbled with joy. The butterflies in my belly forgot how to fly when I bursted into laughter. If they were active, my mouth was wide enough to let them fly out.

"Sweetheart!" He gasped.

I lifted my head to look at his face, still fighting to control my laughter. It subsided and I untied his hands. He wrapped his hands around my waist and I kissed him deeply.

"I love you, Mitchell," he whispered softly.

"Thank you, honey," I replied.

We cuddled and dozed off to sleep, different thoughts in our minds...

❣️ ANNABELLE'S POV ❣️

I had that Mitchell planned a surprise birthday party for Terry in time and I would have been there if not for the useless road safety officer.

"You are guilty of reckless driving and you must submit your driving license and the car's documents before you leave here, Miss" the man had insisted earlier.

I hadn't deemed it necessary to move about with the required details this evening before hitting the road.

I had only had a devious mind of flinging myself at Terry and getting Mitchell angry at him and ready to end the relationship.

I guess my bad luck just made it mission impossible and I hate it! When my informant called to tell me that the party was over, I simply turned my car and went home.

Seated in front of my laptop, I stalked their Instagram accounts. I didn't see any pictures of them scattered around the internet as I presumed.

When I and Terry were together, I had personally posted all our pictures on his status and it always went viral and chased some girls away from him.

So I am not surprised that he didn't post him and Mitchell. It's a good sign that he doesn't love her, right?

Because if he does, he would've proudly shown the world the love of his life, that's the kind of man he is.

Mitchell on her own part hasn't updated her status for almost nine months now and I wondered what kind of girl she is.

I mean, every girl jumps at every opportunity to share their handsome men and let the world see their partner especially if he's as gorgeous as Terry.

And apart from posting their pictures together, she should have at least flipped hers. I hate to say this, but she's very beautiful and jovial, too social to be dulling on Instagram and every of her other social media handles.

Well that's her cup of tea. It's a good sign, isn't it? It must work out for her own favor. I decided to call Terry and wish him a happy birthday.

He didn't pick up my call even after eight trials, I gave up and dropped a voice note. I called it a day and went inside my bedroom to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning and saw no calls from him and no reply from the voice note I sent him.

I became furious and I had to think of what to do fast because I knew Mitchell is the reason why he's ignoring and avoiding me.

I called my men. These three dangerous men have worked for me twice in the past and helped me deal with my enemies for a good pay. I trust they can handle this one for me too.

Jack, the leader of the gang, doesn't waste time to answer my calls, so he picked up my call almost immediately.

"Ah! Miss, it's been a while since I heard from you. As your errand boy, I am always expecting your call" His deep voice shook my ears.

"I don't have time to answer that. Someone has been stepping on my toes and I have tried to ignore that very person, but she seems persistent and I want her to have a taste of my bad side" I said sharply.

"Who dares touch the tail of a sleeping tiger? I can help you get the person removed. Just a roar from the lion and all the other animals will scamper for their lives" He quipped.

"Well, for now, I just want you to give her a signal that she's playing with fire, and if she doesn't stop, then the fire will have no choice but to consume her" I uttered, glaring at the image of her and Terry together.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want. I'm always at your service, Miss" he mumbled and I heard the flick of a lighter.

"Alright. I will send you her picture, address and other details you might need. I count on you to do a good job of scaring her away from my man, and I give you twenty hours to bring me good news"

"Twenty hours is too much. I'm waiting for the details to get started."

I cut the call and smiled at myself when I saw their image splitting and finally disappearing.